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We really need a “shakehead” smiley.
Peace,
mangeorge
Gosh, I wish I’d known about this before Halloween. Imagine the delight on the faces of the trick-or-treaters.
Wha? I thought it was kinda cool when I read the thread title and was hoping to click on the link and find where I could get some. But nothin’.
Was that a whoosh?
I’ve been seeing commercials for these for quite some time. Some company, I saw the other day, is calling theirs “dried plums” but isn’t that the same as prunes?
They are real. Sunsweet calls 'em Ones.
Devils on horseback - prunes wrapped in bacon - are delicious.
Mangeorge,but surely you are not so obtuse as to be unable to squash One into your favorite recipe?
Just “Ones?” Not number two?
Number twos come later 
They taste just like candy! :rolleyes:
I hate that commercial. It’s as bad as those yogurt commercials with the stupid women raving about how good the yogurt is. We all know prunes don’t taste anything like candy, and yogurt is fermented milk–it is not “Swedish massage good”. Why do they lie about things like this? The only reason to eat prunes is because you’re constipated.
“The only reason to eat prunes is because you’re constipated.”
In the interest of fighting ignorance I will point out that prunes are used to replace fats in some recipes.
And though not “candy”,they are sweet and most likely have beneficial flavinoids.
I’ll have to go buy some, just to see if there are directions for squashing on the wrapper.
Oh yes, they are good for you just in case you suddenly feel low on potassium.
From the site;
At last, I can stop munching bananas. At least until they come individually wrapped.
No, wait!
One of my co-workers brought in her leftover Ones. From Halloween. Much hilarity ensued. She refused to reveal whether or not her house got egged. Hmmm. Eggs and prunes; you’re well on your way to Prune Cake! 
I’ve had those. I don’t remember what they were called, but they were pretty good. I doubt that these squishy things would stand up to cooking though. Ones are not really dried.
Thanks! I gotta go get me some. I like the idea. Single serving regularity. (Not that I need it, mind you. 
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Who needs to carry around a whole bag of prunes?! Eating a whole bagful could cause worse problems than it solves. And oddly, I don’t mind the taste. . .although medjool dates are better.
Who needs to carry around any prunes?
Are prunes destined to become the new water?
As a child, I was always ashamed to admit that I found my grandma’s pitted prunes delicious. I never dared sneak one out of her Bucket O’ Prunes more than very, very seldom, but when I did, I enjoyed it almost as much as stealing cookies.
And actually, it was harder to snitch cookies out of her cookie jar than it was to eat her prunes, because she always knew exactly how many cookies were in there, but the Bucket O’ Prunes never seemed to engage her grandmotherly attention the same way as two packages of Archway cookies, carefully unwrapped and deposited.
But if she ever found out I’d been eating her prunes, it would have meant an immediate and unwholesome interest in the state of my bowels, which I knew instinctively to avoid, and thus the secrecy.
I love prunes, so much so that I have to be careful - I can rip open a new bag and munch halfway through it before I realize how much intestinal distress will be looming in the near future. I like the idea of Ones, because it’s easier for me to just eat one or two if they’re individually wrapped, or to throw a couple in my bag to take to school. I don’t buy them, though, because all that extra packaging seems way too wasteful. My compromise is to not buy any prunes for myself at all and satisfy my cravings by sneaking a few when I visit my grandmother.
I noticed the shift from “prunes” to “dried plums” on the packaging about five years ago, when I was working at a grocery store. That was one of the little WTF things I pointed out to customers as part of my usual witty patter as I rang them up.
Yeah, around five years ago or so, the marketers decided that the prune image needed to be revamped, what with them being associated with old people and certain bodily functions and being the butt (no pun intended) of so many jokes and all. Thus, the dried plum was born.